2. Aesthetical poems about rosa multiflora
Poems about father's love for rosa multiflora 1. Poems about rosa multiflora
[Ode to roses] In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Xie Tiao's low trees won over the leaves, and the light fragrance increased his self-communication.
when the calyx is first collected, the rest is still rosy. The new flowers are opposite to the day, so the flowers follow the wind.
who wants a micro-cluster? 〕 Poems on Roses 〕 In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Jiang Hong became a rose, and the branches and leaves were too dense. If you don't shake the incense, it will be chaotic.
spring boudoir can't be quiet, open the box to Ming princess. Quchi floating mining, inclined bank column yiyi.
or if you smell the sound, you'll see the mud when you get it. And be clear about it, and let the rest be right and wrong.
[Rose] Tang Zhu Qingyu hangs a dense line around the frame, floating in the shade into the summer and the Qing Dynasty. Green saves a thorn in the hand, and red falls and breaks the heart.
bee-pollinated bees must be tired, while butterfly wings are bright. Rain looks good, and the situation is worth Chu Qing.
[Rose] Tang Qi is basically like a rose, which is full of beauty and thorns. The incense is high and the bushes are framed, and the red ground is covered with moss.
go and watch the idle people, and the butterfly will come from sunny and distant places. Peony for a few days first, and the sales rest to the dust.
[rosa multiflora] Tang Du Mu's spiritual leaves are soft, and the fragrance of rain is intoxicating. Shi Jia Jin Zhang is still there? Lounging in the wind and not collecting at night.
[Song of Red Roses] Tang Wanggu Hongxia poured blood on orangutans, while Ama Yaochi basked in immortals. In the evening, the spring breeze catches the eye, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
the fragrance of the pavilion of the childe touches people, and the flowers are full of no spirit. Zhu Rossi should be jealous when he sees it, and the scenery is new every year.
[Huang Qiangwei] Song Hongshi received red warmth at Tongque, and Jinmen gave him a bow dress. If there is no fiber to the bone, it must be thin when it is picked.
[Huang Qiangwei] Qing Zhang Zhongying got the rose species and became a Taoist in new makeup. When the spring breeze comes here, it seems to be disgusting.
bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset glow. The long strip is self-supporting, and there are several flowers.
[rosa multiflora] Tang Du Mu's spiritual leaves are soft, and the fragrance of rain is intoxicating. Shi Jia Jin Zhang is still there? Lounging in the wind and not collecting at night.
[Song of Red Roses] Tang Wanggu Hongxia poured blood on orangutans, while Ama Yaochi basked in immortals. In the evening, the spring breeze catches the eye, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
the fragrance of the pavilion of the childe touches people, and the flowers are full of no spirit. Zhu Rossi should be jealous when he sees it, and the scenery is new every year.
[Huang Qiangwei] Song Hongshi received red warmth at Tongque, and Jinmen gave him a bow dress. If there is no fiber to the bone, it must be thin when it is picked.
[Huang Qiangwei] Qing Zhang Zhongying got the rose species and became a Taoist in new makeup. When the spring breeze comes here, it seems to be disgusting.
bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset glow. The long strip is self-supporting, and there are several flowers.
2. Who has a poem about rosa multiflora?
Ode to the rose
In the southern dynasties, Xie Tiao
The low trees win the leaves, and the light fragrance increases the self-communication.
when the calyx is first collected, the rest is still rosy.
the new flowers are opposite to the day, so the flowers follow the wind.
who wants a micro-cluster?
Rose
Tang Zhu Qing Yu
Hanging strips around the frame are dense, floating in the shade into the summer and Qing Dynasty.
green hurts the thorns, while red hurts the intestines.
bee-pollinated bees must be tired, while butterfly wings are bright.
The rain looks good, and the condition is even worse in Chu Qing.
Rose
Tang Qi has
been like a rose, with its beauty and thorns blooming outside.
the fragrant bushes have a frame, and the red ground is covered with moss.
go and watch the idle people, and the butterfly will come from sunny and distant places.
the peony leaves the dust for a few days.
rosa multiflora
Tang Du Mu
The spiritual leaves are soft, and the fragrance of rain is intoxicating.
Is the Shijiajin account still there? Lounging in the wind and not collecting at night.
Song of Red Roses
Tang Wanggu
Hongxia pours orangutan's blood, while Ama Yaochi basks in immortal valerian.
in the evening, the spring breeze catches the eye, and the machine of Shu is full of splendor.
The fragrance of the pavilion of the childe touches people, and the flowers
Huang Qiangwei
Song Hongshi
The red flowers are warmly received at the Tongque, and the Golden Gate gives the bow clothes.
if it's not biting, it must be thin once it's picked.
Huang Qiangwei
Qing Zhang Zhongying
got the rose species, and became a Taoist in new makeup.
when the spring breeze comes here, it seems to be disgusting.
bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset glow.
the long strip is self-expanding, with a few flowers.
3. Poems about roses
Poems describing roses
Flowers fly without wind
Two sentences say that petals are light and dancing without wind.
southern dynasty Liang Liu yun's ode to the rose
if you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, the rose will spend several times
Tang Li Bai's Two Memories of Dongshan (Part I): "If you don't stay in Dongshan for a long time, the rose will spend several times. The white clouds are still scattered, and the bright moon falls. "
Without tears in front of the mirror, rosa multiflora will return with thanks
Tang Du Mu's "Leave a Gift"
A sentimental peony contains spring tears, but a powerless rose lies on a twig
Spring tears: refers to wet raindrops. Write two sentences about the gentle gesture of flowers and plants after a night of spring rain.
Song and Qin Guan's Spring Day
4. Who has a poem about rosa multiflora
In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Xie Yi sang a rose
The low branches win the leaves, and the light fragrance is fortunate.
the hair calyx is purple at first, and the rest is still rosy.
the new flowers are opposite to the day, so the flowers follow the wind.
who wants a micro-cluster?
Sixteen poems of Tang Hanyu's tour to the south of the city are titled "Guest Village"
The elm pod car covers the land, and the rose dips in the water bamboo shoots and crosses the fence.
Horseshoe has no trace of entering Zhumen, even if it returns in spring.
Gao Pian Mountain Pavilion in Tang Dynasty in summer
The trees are dark and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
the water curtain is breezy, and the roses are covered with fragrance.
the dancing boots left by Du Mu
should be seen by idle people, and the smiling face should be opened by me.
There is no need to shed tears in front of the mirror, and rosa multiflora will return after thanking him.
5. Poems about Roses (original)
In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Xie Tiao's Ode to Roses, the low tree wins the leaves, and the light fragrance increases the self-communication.
when the calyx is first collected, the rest is still rosy. The new flowers are opposite to the day, so the flowers follow the wind.
who wants a micro-cluster? In the Southern Dynasties, Jiang Hong's Poem on Roses was a rose, and its branches and leaves were too dense. If you don't shake the incense, it will be chaotic.
spring boudoir can't be quiet, open the box to Ming princess. Quchi floating mining, inclined bank column yiyi.
or if you smell the sound, you'll see the mud when you get it. And be clear about it, and let the rest be right and wrong.
don Zhu Qingyu's "the rose" hangs closely around the frame, floating into the summer and Qing dynasties. Green saves a thorn in the hand, and red falls and breaks the heart.
bee-pollinated bees must be tired, while butterfly wings are bright. Rain looks good, and the situation is worth Chu Qing.
rosa multiflora by Tang Du Mu is full of soft spiritual leaves, and the fragrance of rain and sunshine is intoxicating. Shi Jia Jin Zhang is still there? Lounging in the wind and not collecting at night.
6. The beautiful poem about the rose and its flowers
That rose, like all roses, only bloomed for one morning-Balzac
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Qing Ping Le
Author: Huang Tingjian
Where does spring return?
there is no road to loneliness.
if anyone knows where to go in spring,
ask him to come back and live with him.
there is no trace of spring.
unless you ask an oriole.
No one can solve it,
Because the wind flies over the rose.
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rose, rose, red rose,
little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said, "I'm coming to pick you,
Rose in the wilderness!" "
Rose said, "I will stab you,
so that you will never forget it.
I don't want to be picked by you. "
rose, rose, red rose,
little rose in the wilderness.
the savage boy went to pick her,
the little rose in the wilderness;
Rose stabbed him in self-defense,
She endured tears in vain,
but she was still plucked.
rose, rose, red rose,
little rose in the wilderness.
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Author: Heine
When my heart was in love with her,
She was a rose bud;
But she grew up gradually, and
blossomed wonderfully.
She is the most beautiful rose in the country.
I tried to pick this rose.
But she knew how to use her thorn.
She gave me a vicious stab.
Now, after the rain and the wind,
she has withered, fallen and haggard-
I am now a famous Henry,
she came to me,
infinitely reluctant.
Henry in front,
Henry in the back,
Now her voice has a beautiful tone:
If there is anything that stings me now,
It's a mole on the beauty's chin.
7. Poems about fatherly love and fatherly love
If a father is unkind, his son will be unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust,
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and no strict teachers and friends outside, but few can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
There is an emotion
Don't say it easily
It will be too inaccurate
There is a language
Don't say it easily
It's ordinary
It's also extraordinary
Don't say it when you are drunk
Sleeping
Internal injuries are the most painful place <
it is still the warmest embrace when it is cold
father
when it is hazy
father
is a mountain
sitting on his shoulder
can always see far, far away
when he is sensible
father
is a stubborn bent pine
Only then can he find
. So heavy
and now
Father
You are a deep poem
Son reads silently
Tears flow gently
Father
A blue sky
A mysterious green mountain
A quiet and deep vast land
People and nature
.
The mountain road with nine twists and turns is the string of heaven and earth.
It was touched by fathers' light steps.
It was the swan song of life that popped up.
Sweat flowed in the canal dug by the years.
The swelled blue veins were the Great Wall built by strength.
The spirit of Yugong moving mountains extended from here.
The moonlight moistened this quiet night.
Peace
I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror
Remembering my father's love
We also love my father
but it's not the same as my father's love for us
Our father's love is the dew on the ocean
It's round and bright
It's the light given by the sun
April day. Joy
is a smile on my father's face
Our pain
is a deep sadness in my father's eyes
Our love can go far and far
but we can't always walk out of the square of my father's heart
The poem describing my father's love in ancient poetry:
Song Lingyun's Remembering My Father
Wu Shuyan's book is broken.
the dream soul is not afraid of Chang' an, and asks for daily life by the wind several times.
when you die, you know everything is empty, but you are sad to see Kyushu. Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice never forgets to tell Naiweng!
There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it, and you cover the door when you go out all day. Every time I think of my flesh and blood beside the sky, I come to see the wild man's children.
Chao Geng written by Yuan Zhongdao in the Ming Dynasty
When he came to Harada in the middle of the night, it was dawn when the moon set. The stream is trickling and the rain is good this year.
before planting, seedlings have been born, so don't be too early. Call the big boy, and the morning glory will eat the grass.
The Song of Transplanting Rice by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Tang Dynasty
Fu Tian threw the rice seedlings into the field, and the children pulled out the seedlings and put them in. Dai Li is a beggar, and the rain is wet from his head to his shoulder.
He calls the canal to rest for half a moment at the meal, and bows his head and bends his back to make no answer. Take care of geese and ducklings when the roots of the seedlings are not firmly twisted.
Sacrifice to Father
On January 3rd, Geng Chen was the fifth anniversary of his father's death, and he paid homage at home, feeling pregnant, so he wrote:
The incense column was full of joy, and his heart was sad; Cigarettes are around, and it's hard to say. It has been five years since people went to Xi; My mind is like a thousand years. Fang thinks about it, and it is difficult to ban it; I think about it at first, but I don't want to cry. Shout, don't listen; Cry, but don't listen. Recalling the past, I once trampled on the moon shadow; Thinking about it at that time, tasting it is breaking through the dawn. Stepping on the moon, Tian He has already been Mu Juanjuan; At dawn, the skirt still reveals the frost. Industrious and accustomed, busy all day; Simple and honest, a lifetime of peace is rare. I am sorry, I have never left the countryside in my life; Alas, it's hard to break down from overwork. Under the moonlight, the whole family talks about laughing and smiling; In life, always teach and never forget. The most unforgettable thing is that the hospital bed groans in the stomach and intestines; How regretful! My brother died after a nap. Since then, I have been different, and I have whispered softly; Heaven and earth are dim, and we meet in our dreams. Alas, it hurts, and a little tear sinks into the river. Sadly, the voice calls spread all over nine days.
8. rosa multiflora's poem
chants that the low trees in Xie Tiao in the southern dynasties win the leaves, and the light fragrance increases the self-communication.
when the calyx is first collected, the rest is still rosy. The new flowers are opposite to the day, so the flowers follow the wind.
who wants a micro-cluster? Rose, Tang, Zhu Qing, the rest of the frame hangs tightly, floating in the shade into the summer and Qing Dynasty. Green saves a thorn in the hand, and red falls and breaks the heart.
bee-pollinated bees must be tired, while butterfly wings are bright. Rain looks good, and the situation is worth Chu Qing.
The roses in Tang and Qi Dynasties are basically like roses, which are beautiful and pierce the outside. The incense is high and the bushes are framed, and the red ground is covered with moss.
go and watch the idle people, and the butterfly will come from sunny and distant places. Peony for a few days first, and the sales rest to the dust.
The spirit leaves of rosa multiflora Tang Du Muduo are soft, and the fragrance of rain is intoxicating. Shi Jia Jin Zhang is still there? Lounging in the wind and not collecting at night.
Red roses sing the song of Tang Wang's hub, Hongxia, splashing orangutan's blood, and Ama Yaochi basking in immortals. In the evening, the spring breeze catches the eye, and the machine of Shu is colorful and suspicious.
The fragrance of the pavilion of the childe touches people, and the yellow roses of flowers, Song Hongshi and Tong Que receive red warmth, and the Golden Gate gives them bow clothes. If there is no fiber to the bone, it must be thin when it is picked.
Yellow Rose Qing Zhang Zhongying got the rose species, which is a new makeup Taoist school. When the spring breeze comes here, it seems to be disgusting.
bamboo helps the dew, and the wall covers the sunset glow. The long strip is self-supporting, and there are several flowers.
9. Poems about fatherly love
1. Tianjia
Tang Dynasty: Nie Yizhong
Father plowed the field, son? The mountain is barren.
before June's harvest, the government has repaired the warehouse.
Vernacular translation
Father tills the fields in the mountains, and his son opens up wasteland at the foot of the mountains.
in the June season, the rice in Tanaka has not yet headed,
and the government collects taxes from the warehouse.